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@doodledsuit​ asked:

About Trey Clover (:

“He’s my childhood friend, my first friend actually. He and Che’nya used to come to my house and play with me during my free hour.Those were very pleasant times...”

“We’re grown now so it can’t be how it used to, obviously. And our roles don’t exactly allows us to be casual with each other. Still i’m glad he remains by my side despite all that has happened. Be it in the past or with my recent mistake... He’s very reliable. Too much at times, he could use some rest. But I can’t deny that if Heartslabyul is what it is today, it is thanks to his efforts. Sometimes i wonder if he’s the actual Housewarden with how often the dorm students go to him for help instead of me.” 

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@doodledsuit​ asked:

​ 🎁 -  How do they feel about their birthday/birthdays in general?

🐒 -  What’s their favorite animal?

Birthday’s are a complicated subject for Riddle, not that he doesn’t enjoy them but that he’s still learning to fully appreciate them. Growing up he didn’t get to celebrate much since it was mostly just him and his parents, and they weren’t exactly the most cheerful of people. It was only when he got into NRC and the Heartslabyul dorm threw him a surprise birthday party did he start to consider that maybe it can be a fun day. Now he’s almost excited to what’s to come next year and hopes that everyone will be together once again.

Riddle’s favorite animal is definitely the hedgehog. At first he wasn’t sure he was going to connect so much with the tiny animals, but with time he grew very fond of them. In his opinion, they’re very sensible creatures and very easy to speak to. 

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“Life’s finally returning to normal.”

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@Anonymous asked:

Riddle, does the irony of how your mother treated you and how you used to treat your dorm ever cross your mind?

“The way I treated my dorm and the way my mother treated me are nothing worth comparison. I was following the Queen’s rules and embodying her severity. Comparing it to how I was raised, I’d say I was far more benevolent.”

“I can agree that I was somewhat out of line with some of my demands but they were never unjustified or unattainable. The rules exist for a reason. Heartslabyul had been in need of proper guidance and only now is it at it’s true capacity. The results speak for themselves.”

“ Whether my conduct is influenced by my upbringing or not, it’s inconsequential. But I assure you, from the moment I became Housewarden all my actions have been purely my own. ”

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@workaho1ic​ asked:

✌ - Memory of a relative

“It’s still wrong.”

Riddle could feel himself grow frustrated, it’s the second time his answer was failing to meet what the question asked. He wondered what was it that he was missing, rereading it over and over, word by word, trying to dissect it as much as possible so he could comprehend. The ever looming presence of his mother behind his back did not help at all but he knew that to have it disappear he had to get it right. 

Frankly speaking, her presence itself wasn’t exactly what bothered him, but the slight chance to disappoint his mother was far more terrifying than the analytical eyes over his head. He could not fail on such a simple question. He was better than this, if he was to fail it had to be at something almost impossible. And even then, Riddle would try to find way to make it happen. He, above everyone else, should be capable of such feats.

Finally something clicked, the way it was worded made it seem as if it was asking about a general topic at first, but the structure demanded his particular attention at a single branch. He neatly rewrites his answer, feeling the tension slip with each stroke of his pen. Once he’s done, he waits with a held breath. 

“... Correct.”

Riddle can feel himself physically deflate. A small proud smile to himself as he had done it yet again, even if it’s flashed at the paper. He was still capable.

“As expected.” The hand on his back is warm, momentary. But it’s the only reassurance he needs. 

“Clear out the desk. It’s time for dinner.” And Riddle complies.

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@doodlesuit​ asked:

about TREY : being bullied out of his house by a cat and baker

“That is perhaps a correct way of phrasing it. I can recall one of the first times they wanted me to go out, Trey helped Che’nya sneak through my window. He started pulling at my books and pencils, making them float around me... Mind you I got such a fright! Che’nya had been completely invisible back then, I nearly yelled when he started pushing my chair to the window.”

“Trey had to hold me back from tackling him after... Those two were real menaces back then.”

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@bindingheart​ asked:

☽ - a memory of their father

The cold air bites at Riddle’s nose making it scrunch up in a sneeze. It’s not everyday that he gets to go outside, much less during a festivity. He’s not sure why his parents decided to bring him to the plaza, something about a Halloween celebration and how Riddle should avoid any offer of candy at any cost. Other than that though, he was left to fend for himself. 

He could tell they were the odd one’s out. It wasn’t by any lingering stares or by the gasps of ‘Rosehearts’ coming from, what he assumes to be, previous patients. The thing that made them stand out so much was how apart they were from each other. It’s a cold night, the families were either arm in arms or their children grasping to one of their hands, pulling them along to whatever picked their interest. Riddle could never do that. 

Staring at the gloved hand of his father, he tentatively tries to reach for it as it’s smoothly pulled away from him. 

“You should try to meddle with the others.” 

Riddle’s used to being dismissed, especially when it comes to whatever higher family his parents are trying to play a good impression on. Children are a nuisance and he unfortunately is still one, in future it’ll change. For now, he has to find a way to pass his time that won’t anger his mother too much. Most of the attractions have sweets as some sort of prize and he’s absolutely forbidden from them. All that’s left, is a game of Apple Bobbing.

He had been confident at first. Catching an apple with a single bite should be an easy feat, there’s hardly any mastery to it. How wrong had he been. Shudders run through his body as he dives face deep in the cold water, no matter how much he tried the apple’s just seemed to slip away. By the time his turn was up, all that he had to show were wet clothes and stuttering teeth. But there was laughter around him, and cheers even if he failed. 

What surprised him the most was the amused smile his father beamed at him, even when he failed to return it.